Yup, he’s a male.
I flash back to Saturday night when I was on my knees and first caught sight of Rhett’s impressive cock for the first time.
Damn.
I had his massive cock in my hand, my mouth, and between my boobs. I have yet to feel him between my legs.
Sigh.
When I pull my gaze away from the eye-popping view, the other ranch hands have corralled with their horses in the middle of the field like a pack of wolves. The flashes of interest in theireyes doesn’t go unnoticed. They’re looking at me like I’m a prime steak.
“Quit staring at her if you know what’s good for you,” Rhett says to the men. “Back to work, y’all.”
There’s a collective groan as the men follow Rhett’s command. A few of them wink at me.
Rhett is staring at me with a cocked eyebrow and a puzzled look.
Good job, Carina. You just pissed off your man.
Time to go.
I flash him a shy smile and run off.
When I get home, I’m sweating profusely.
Not sure if it’s from the heat or from seeing Rhett.
I’ll go with the latter.
Just thinking of him gets me all worked up, but after seeing him in all his elements, I’m seriously turned on. Maybe it’s the idea of being wrangled by a man with strong hands. Maybe I’m dying to find out how much my pussy will have to stretch to swallow his massive cock?—
My God, he’s turned me into a pervert.
Sure, I looked forward to seeing Dale when we dated, but I was never dripping wet in his absence like I am now. What am I talking about? I was never dripping wet period.
I need a shower to cool down.
Twenty minutes later, I feel fresh, but all my senses are still buzzing.
What to do? What to do?
Suppress or confess?
Before I can talk myself out of it, I grab my phone and shoot him a text.
Carina
Hey, handsome.
Rhett
It was great to see your beautiful face.
Carina
I didn’t mean to distract you.
Rhett
